The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Luo Yibei gaze from her face and glanced at her, suddenly felt a lot better.

In fact, whether it is him, Fang Chi Xia, or a small milk bag, in the point of like to hurt people, quite like.

The three people got together and lost each other. The small milk bag was less than four years old and was not willing to show weakness.

The three people are together, as long as they are not in the cold war, the atmosphere is particularly harmonious.

Luo Yibei suddenly felt that he, Fang Chi Xia, plus a small milk bag and other children to form a home, life should be wonderful?

At least, one thing he can be sure is that it won't be boring!

Silently staring at Fang Chixia, I thought about it, and his lips couldn’t help but ticked up slightly.

Fang Chi Xia was hit by him, and after dinner time, she spent a lot more than usual.

After dinner is ready for more than an hour.

Fang Chi Xia prepares home cooking, three soups, two soups, spicy crabs, salt and pepper shrimps, steamed fish, fried vegetables, tofu and seaweed soup.

There is no such thing as a variety of dishes, but she feels good about her own.

The small milk bag was grown up abroad. Although both Yan Chengxi and the baby have oriental descent, but growing up in a place like the palace, he has hardly eaten such a grounded dish.

He doesn't even use chopsticks.

Climbing up the table, he stared at the dishes on the table and watched it very seriously. The reviewer took a spoon and tasted a tofu.

The corner of his lips was up and up, and he pointed his thumb at Fang Chi Xia. "It's delicious!"

His appearance is like a special satisfaction, and Fang Chi Xia is so elated by him.

She accepted the appreciation of the small milk bag and accepted it a little, and she didn't feel embarrassed. She even echoed the sentence. "Hey, taste good!"

Luo Yi's eyes widened and his eyes swept toward her. He looked at her eyes a little weird.

Fang Chi Xia did not see him like, and he gave himself a small milk bag. "Baby, try this, I will help you to peel the crab shell."

"Okay." The small milk bag was smooth and she should have a voice.

He has a lot of words most of the time, and so is this evening.

When I was eating, I started eating and eating. "This is the first time in summer and summer to make dinner for the baby. It is also the first time to eat the same food as the domestic one, although the taste is compared with the chef in the palace. It’s really not just a little bit worse, but I still like it very much! I have something to do in summer and summer, and I have a taste of home.”

He said nothing about what he thought of, and he was praised, but he did not forget to hurt Fang Chixia at any time.

Fang Chi Xia has been used to being hurt by him. He ignored his previous words and his attention was focused on his last sentence.

The taste of home?

What is the taste of the home?

Can you feel it when you have dinner?

She didn't know what kind of emotions the wording in the little milk bag was. She just laughed at him, she didn't go too far.

After continuing to help the small milk bag to finish the food, Fang Chixia fed him, and looked slightly in the direction of the door, her eyes turned to Luo Yi, who was quietly dining from start to finish. north.

After taking the wine that the waiter brought, she gave each of them a cup, held their own glass, and gently touched the cup of Luo Yibei. "Since all people are sent, then don't wasted."